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"Hey."

"How have you been?"

"You should work on a pick up line!"

I should start working on how to say shutup, when I don't wish to hear rubbish.

"Right." I added with a laughing emoji.

"Why do you hook up with so many girls." I asked Zen.

"There was once a good girl and people took her so foregranted for her ordinary likeness."

"What do you mean.?" I asked.

"Well smart brains catch the hint."

"You are predicting I'm slow." I asked.

"Are you?"

"Will you stop throwing questions at me like we are close enough to be banging heads!"

"You are humorous" Zen replied.

"There was this girl I loved but my heart was a fool, it was played inspite of it knew she was just a play girl."

"You make my brain cells multitask at every single word you utter."

"Well, Smarties catch the hint." He said with a winking emoji.

"I."

"I sit alone at the roof and I do simple things like staring the moon talking to people that are stars in the night sky. One of them was someone. He sighed. 'I loved.'"

"Love is something that hurts, but if your first fails you might have missed a space. So last time if you ever want to give a chance don't go for 100% go for 110% love is always 10 times more."

"Love is trash." I added.

"Depends!"

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Depends on who you love and how you love."

This guy is literally not the same Zen as I see in uni. He always changes for instance, my  perception about him.

"So, what is your major?" I asked.

"Are you sure?" He asked.

"What?" I asked.

"Is that what you need to know."

This guy makes my head spin like clothes left in a dryer to taste the swirl.

I know Morrison, you play smart, but know it well, I'm not going to have things done your way.

"Do you know Leah?" Zen asked.

"The one with black straight hair?" I asked.

"Is she from your department?" He asked.

"Talking about department, which department are you from?" I replied.

"Engineering."

"What about your family?"

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"Naomi!"

"Do you have the previous lecture noted?"

"I have left it,  in one of my files." I replied.

"That's bad." Jess sighed.

"If you want it, you can just remind me."

"No need." Jess rolled her eyes.

"Have I done something wrong?" I looked at her.

"No." She nodded. "You did not."

"Have you heard?"

"About what?" I looked at her in curiosity.

"Nothing." Jess paused.

"Look Jess, we can talk, instead of this silent therapy."

"I got a new crush." She sheepishly laughed.

"What kind of guy is he?"

"A shy one." She said.

"I will show you one day."

"Is he in this same building?"

Jess shrugged. "Might be."

I laughed. "Indeed."

"What is his name." I said.

"Call him, cutey."

"Waahaaat?" My jaw dropped as I laughed helplessly.

"Have you crossed ways?" I looked at her being smitten by her story.

"We exchanged numbers and guess what." She paused as she held her laugh. "Its mutual."

"Oh Gosh like Seriously!" I jumped at my place.

"Yes,"she said hiding her face in her palms.

"You are" I hugged her tight. "So cute and I'm happy for you."

"Naomi!"

I looked at Jess. "What?"

"Cutey is calling, got to go."

I laughed, "off you go."

I sat near the fountain as I looked up my phone. Still no reply.

"He is so rude, leaving someone on total ignorance is like being left on a pan to be over cooked and burned, with smoke attending your funeral."

"Perhaps, he do not want to talk about his family."

"Or he find me untrustworthy"

I don't know why, but this connection feels weird. Almost, insane.

I stood up as I walked with my hair tied in a pig tail, nearly being blessed by the pleasant weather. The clouds gathering and parting was almost like a awaited reunion.

The wind was being playful, the autumnal leaves were falling over my head. I walked ahead with no hindrance bothering my steps.

I turned around to sit at the bench where I had just walked inches away from.

"Is that?" I rubbed my eyes. "Morrison? Zen Morrison?"

For moments I stood there trying to study what language he speak through his body.

I walked ahead to fill in the gap, for that I do not know what I was doing.

And that for the very first time, our eyes met. Somehow his eyes, they sang a lamenting melody.

I was now more than willing to learn the riddles of his unknown behavior.